can't

the night wears. lace. oh boy. soemtimes it wears nutthin. and yer crying coming to him. hes me in the dream but yer reining yer horse in. hold it boy. ya say. but winter bucks it way. im just a sucker for the pokey ways of yr love. not a narcissist bt a lover.

you cut those words. likea lover. cupping my face
in yer hands. like a big mama and
i fall. crumbley doo to y ou.
each time.

dance now dance
ya know we gotta
dance
its the way
it sugars to love
clambering round yer fate
its the way the lovers do
keeping thee beat

yea yea
ya know
ya know

its the way
yea yea ~

wont you come over
& make tea

yea tea & honey ~

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the worst thing she ever wroted~
who!!
Mona of course in her discoursed with Jill ibidem:
not what refer you to when this he is them?
well paranoia is ;
cut cut
cut//
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